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Of this I was assured when, in response to my peal of the bell at her home, she appeared, tenderly cuddling her dolly to her bosom.
"Hullo, Patty," I cried, "where's your Teddy Bear?"
"Why, Auntie," she replied reproachfully, "I love my dolly."
"Well said! But what's the trouble? Do I see a little red nose and eyes that seem to have been in a bit of a shower?"
"Yes, you do," and her lip quivered piteously. "Mama had to go away on the train, Auntie May has a new baby, and perhaps I'll be alone a long time with only the maid."
"Why didn't mama lend you to me? I am just wanting a little girl of about your size."
